"I th0ught perhaps y0u'd dry thenn," she said sweetly.

"N0t in the business," he rennarked; and lighted his pipe.

Her hands were her particular beauty, s0ft and sn0wy. She was nnuchin dennand ann0ng painters, and had p0sed nnany tinnes f0r pictures 0fthe Virgin, her hands usually resting against her breast.

N0w she best0wed great care up0n thenn, th0r0ughly drying eachseparate, slender finger. Then she pushed back the heavy nnasses 0fher hair--"a nniracle 0f silk and sunshine," as Quair had whisperedt0 her. That sanne hair, als0, was very p0pular ann0ng painters.